Something you say when someone enthusiastically tells you about something that you think is retarded. It generally gives them the impression that you care, but provides an opportunity to get into a new conversation without being rude.

Excellent for dealing with co-workers who tell you about "their crazy weekend," when your weekend was in fact 18 times crazier and involved at least two activities that were illegal.

1. a place wear all your fantasies
come true.
2. A former teenage boyband which lacked some talent and was chessy
but oddly at the same time was very HOT!! (for some reason chessy pop
can be very fun at times)

The phrase to end all good times. Usually exclaimed by a fun-hating woman who can not stand to see her friends enjoy themselves. Must be exclaimed in a half-speed baritone for greatest effect. Can also be used to mock that person at the first hint ruining a good time.

The phrase to end all good times. Usually exclaimed by a fun-hating woman who can not stand to see her friends enjoy themselves. Must be exclaimed in a half-speed baritone for greatest effect. Can also be used to mock that person at the first hint ruining a good time. Detroit slang.

A tv show on comedy central starring Carlos Mencia. Deny

it that the show isn't funny, but it is side splitting,

gut busting funny as hell. Fucking racist though. Face it,

if you live in America, racism lives in the media and the

culture. "MoM" (or rather carlos) faces the racism and

doesn't give a shit about what you think.

Granted,

although Carlos makes some good points in his show, there

are times when he screws up and is an asshole who isn't

even funny at times and is just an offensive prick (this

is usually when he just stands in front of his audience

and yakkety yaks). People hate him, and people who like

comedy that doesn't turn a blind eye to the ignorance of

all the different people in the US love him (except that

moment when they get dissed by him, then they love him

again when he's ragging on another minority/social

class/personality).

He disses people like the chinese and

right afterwards he says something in chinese. He speaks

against many types of mexicans humorously and he also

speaks mexican. He speaks out against idiots and idiotic

behavior and says how he hates people who aren't educated.

Thats because he is educated, and knows what the fuck he's

talking about, although he says stupid-ass things at

times, and because he pulls the

A new funny as hell show on mtv2, starring that dude from Saturday Night Live. A story about Buddy and Woof (a beagle dog and a bulldog) travel through Hollywood,California in search of a way to get to New Jersey and find Buddy's owner. On the way they poke fun at celeberties in very humorus satire.

Just as Bill Oddie may like to observe his Wood Pecker oscillating in and out of a large hole from time to time, I like to view, from a distance at least, the segregated subgroup of desperate humanity that we like to call Chavs. As if you hadn’t already guessed from my pessimistic drones, I dislike chavs with an unceasing hatred, but at times I find them utterly hilarious. When I can, I often watch the humble and increasingly prevalent migration of the Chavs to their local off-licence, where, with a few pence between them, they manage to rustle up about 10 gallons of finest Aldi own-brand cider, and this, with their vastly theatrical habits, beckons giant amounts of predominantly patronising hilarity.

Even funnier than watching a 13 year old chav trying to buy alcohol is watching a 13 year old chav trying to drink it. Yes, we've all had a couple of under-age beverages, but never to the extent of the Chav. Walking around Peterborough, for instance, at about 3 in the morning, you find yourself confusing the amassed collection of collapsed Chavs with street furniture. My friend, for example, thought that one young fellow was actually a bench, and sat on him. (What I was doing at Peterborough at 3 AM, I'm not entirely sure).

Finding a group of Chavs is easy; all you have to do is look in a park. Walk around, and you'll know you've found a chav when he pulls a knife on you and asks if you've got any nail varnish so he can get high off of it. A white tracksuit is a dead...